At age three I said “I love you mommy.” At age seven I said, “Mom, stop kissing my cheek!” At age fifteen I say, “You’re so annoying – I can’t wait to move out!” At age eighteen, I’ll be saying “I miss home.” At age twenty-seven I’ll be saying “I miss my mom.” At age forty I’ll be saying “I miss you so much; I wish you didn’t have to go.” My mom is the sun to my shine.
My mother is a hard worker. She loves what she does for a living. She does arrangements for peoples’ houses. I’ve seen her work from 7 a.m. to midnight at times. The hard work pays off but most of her earnings go to bills or groceries. When she has a new project, she goes shopping for flowers to make what mental image she has in her into reality. The beautiful aroma that her flowers leave in her work room dazzles my nostrils. The presence of love greets you kindly when you’re with a good person. I express my love towards my mom and get it back as well. My mother is the Lion looking after her cubs. Once I grow up – I’ll be on my own into the cruel world. I don’t cherish the time that I have right now with my mother as I should be doing. “I hope when you get your life all together, you come back and visit me and your dad.” An inspirational sentence my mother tells me all the time.
My mom is really open-minded, a quality that I envy her for. The loud buzzing sound when you enter a tattoo shop exhilarates your heart rate. A question I once asked my mom, “What is something that symbolizes you?” I tattooed a lily on my back for my mother. She was there with me holding my hand for comfort.
Coming out really wasn’t a problem with her since her daughter had gone through a “gay phrase.” My decisions affect my family, but I would just love to make my family happy.
One sad morning while reminiscing in my room – I can hear the rain slap down on the cement… opening a window to feel the cold breeze. My mother took me to Johnny Carino’s to inquire what was wrong. I was silent the whole...